Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pole. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.